Journaling: No contact with W since a TM on the Feb 22nd. I’ll have to contact her in a few days about our tax filing. I’ll take a temperature of this sitch then.
I shot a little better than my average at leagues last night. Nothing to write home about, but it was an improvement. After I got home I played with the puppy/dog and read a bit more of T5LL.
He’s a Mastiff and the giant breeds mature mentally around age 3, so sometimes he’s a 200 lb puppy. It makes me sad that I may have to find another home for him in a few months.
I downloaded a popular reader app for my PC. It makes the books a little more affordable, although I do miss the tactile feeling of pages. I need to finish T5LL before classifying myself. Right now acts of service and quality time speak to me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to determine W’s LLs but I’ll give it a hellava try in a few days.
Sitting on my desk is a small glass jar containing black volcanic beach sand from a small pork chop shaped pacific island. The sand was a gift from my son two years ago. The glass jar with its image of six men raising a flag was to have been a Christmas present from W last year; it was lost to the drama. I decided to give to myself anyway.
Lately when I begin to spiral I try and compare my drama to crossing that beach.
BITS Me 55, ACK, when did that happen? Doesn't feel like 55 D 30 S 27
You create your own universe as you go along - Winston Churchill
